Cicero to Seruius Sulpitius. Epist. 3.
I Daily heare, that you are pensiue; and that, for the publick s••ipwracke, you mourne extreamely. Whereat though I cannot wonder, but confesse, that I likewise, vndergoe the same af∣fliction: neuerthelesse, I both grieue beyond measure, that you being a man endowed with such singular wise••ome, will not rather reioyce at your owne good, then vexe at another mans hurt. And I, though I graunt not, that any man is mo••e grieu'd at heart, then I am, for the lamentable ouerthrow of our Common-wealth: yet now for many reasons I take comfort, especially in calling to minde, that I neuer fail'd to pay vnto my countrie, whatsoeuer was due from a good Cittizen. For long since, as from an eminent and high tower, I discer••'d a far off, the ruine that was comming. And I saw it the